Rabindranath Tagore in Geetanjali wrote it as an invocation to God“Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.It may not find a place in thy garland,But honour it with a touch of pain from thy handAnd pluck it.I fear lest the day end before IContinue reading “The Reply”
Monopolized by her absenceHaving tranquilized my gleeI could find peace in noneExcept being on a search spree. Inside the crevices of cracked self loveAmidst the tangled mess of insecuritiesI thought I would find herPassionately struggling for parities. I passed my nimble fingersAll through my sleek maneI even sought my implausibly artistic eyebrowsBut it was allContinue reading “A Quintessential Search”
May be it has been yearsThe sun in your life hasn’t shoneBut don’t leave your hope in despairTrust me you are not alone. A thousand dampened eyesStill wait for the rainTo wash off their soulsThe very dirt of disdain. But just stop for a whileDonate a couple of minutesAs you come to the end ofContinue reading “A Matter of Few More Miles”
Leafing through the erudite sheetsBlissfully sniffing biblichorTempted to relish in the stuporPint by pint I quaff the printed liquor.Leaping into a different worldAn eerie road I strideSometimes as a delinquent lassSometimes as an evasive bride.Gulping potions of passionDaring to face the wrath of dragonHow astute it feelsTo hurl at kins the literary jargon!Empathy runs inContinue reading “Cerebral Jaunts”
Passionately smooching each otherOne nuzzling the other doveTriumphantly envying meMade me ruminate my cowardice towards love.That love is the contorted version of devotionI had been soothing myself withVowing not to plunge into the tantalizing poolI thought I rescued my heart from the impassioned scythe.Closing eyes I thought‘The horripilation of solicitous touchesAnd wobbles in the gutAreContinue reading “Love- A Paradoxical Escapade”
A tempting redolence.